The Nightingale

Composed by Denis Toh (Date: 20th August 2005, Time: 9.06pm)

Staring at the watch - bleeping!

It's twelve o'clock.

I walk along the street

With all the old nocturnal smell

In a tiny moment of the night

When the moon illuminates gently on the street.

The street-lamps warmly glow the ashen light

As I pass by - unsettling and troubling!

Winds lamenting melancholy

Haunting every corner of the street

And drown me so pathetically!

Hesitated, pace increases rapidly -

Scurry towards the town square.

There a nightingale sings a silver song

Which sweeps me into tranquility

And tells me never fear

For she is always forever near,

Accompanying me till the kiss of dawn.

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